I am a poor wayfarin' stranger
Travelling through this world of woe
And there's no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there, no more to roam
I'm going over Jordan
I'm going over home
Travelling through this world of woe
And there's no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
I'm going there, no more to roam
I'm going over Jordan
I'm going over home
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